Chapter 6
Bending forward, still not understanding what had come over him, possessing him like this so that it seemed as if he had no control over his actions, he lifted her face up in both of his hands and dropped down to his knees.
"I never had a daughter," he whispered, slowly and gently rubbing his fingers over her cheeks, seeing that behind the layer of face powder they were ruddy with fresh youthful color and vitality.
Laura Beth didn't move.
She didn't know what was happening, but she realized that she wasn't dealing with a Marty Ericson or a Larry DeWolfe. She believed Denny Pace, though it frightened her to admit it and looking into his strong mature face she tried to read what he was thinking.
But before she even had a chance, he was leaning still closer, shaking, feeling demented, feeling like a sex pervert, a child molester and yet unable to stop himself from suddenly pressing his lips against her mouth and thrusting his tongue down inside, licking with hungry sexual desire.
Laura Beth felt the first flushes of pleasure coursing through her body. She had read about sugar daddies and she had a feeling that the middle-aged Pace was that kind of man. But it didn't matter, because his breath was warm and musky and his tongue tickled her lips and teeth as he kissed her with passion she knew was genuine and fiercely insatiable.
But when his hands came down off of her neck and shoulders and suddenly he was groaning, all of her sexual experience up to this point meant naught. She jerked back, scared of his passion, blushing hotly as he grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her down off the chair, throwing her onto the floor.
"I have to, I must," he whispered as she tried to pull away, afraid of screaming out and ruining her chances and her future career.
But in that split-second of hesitation, Pace took advantage of the situation to throw himself down on top of her, pulling her legs apart, mounting her as if she was a bitch in heat. His hands pawed at her tender white jugs and he tried ripping open her dress, driven wild with sexual excitement he had never felt before.
"You're a little girl, a sweet little girl who needs to be taken care of," he told her even as he stuck his hands inside her dress and she whimpered, feeling the way his fingers were gripping her breasts, pulling on her nipples until the pleasure became too much for her.
"Oh please, I'm so alone, so alone," she moaned as she felt his heavy weight crushing her down on the carpeted floor. "Be gentle. Don't hurt me I'm afraid, afraid of being alone."
All of her unhappiness spilled out then and tears streamed down her cheeks as he pulled her dress off of her shoulders and ripped at her white lace brassiere, groaning with unbelievable and lusty excitement as he stared at her breasts, so smooth and perfectly formed that he just couldn't get enough of them.
With an animalistic roar that made her hair stand on end, Denny Pace bent forward and grabbed her naked jugs pressing them against his lips and sucking on the taut fleshy nipples with tightly fastened lips.
"Alone," she kept repeating as his warm breath fanned over her boobs and she felt her cunt juice spilling down, wetting her panties, her muff itching and demanding to be filled and satisfied as she knew Pace would be able to do.
She thought of her father then, how he had taken her that night, how he had shown her how to be loved, how to still be a girl and yet be a woman, too, both at the same time. She didn't understand all the things she was feeling, but it was wonderful to have him lapping hotly, slobbering over her tits, pawing at them and unbuttoning the rest of her dress, one of the shirtwaists she had that opened up the front.
He moved lower, kneeling before her, his fingers itching as he undid the buttons and she stared at him, his black and silver hair, his thick bushy eyebrows and kindly face. And even as he opened the dress, her eyes moved lower until she could see the unmistakable sign of his rampant excitement, a thick misshapen bulge tenting out the front of his tweed trousers.
"Yes, you're all alone and I'm going to take care of you and see that no one hurts you, Laura Beth," he whispered as he undid the last button and opened up her dress, staring hotly at the swollen outline of her tender young snatch, visible behind the front of her tight bikini panties.
"Please ... don't hurt me. I'm so afraid," she kept repeating, for she felt that this was different, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Pace was a man, a successful man at that. And he knew what he wanted and went out and got it, no matter what. And what he wanted at that moment was Laura Beth Coates, to have her in every way imaginable.
"Don't worry, my dear. I'll be very gentle with you because you're a doll, a sweet little china doll," he whispered, taking hold of the elastic waistband of her scant little panties and slowly edging them off her hips.
She froze, watching him as he peeled her panties lower and lower, taking his time, staring at the first lush crisp ringlets of pubic hair and then the top of her damp slippery split, lower still until they were all the way off and he was crying out with frantic sexual need.
Her undies were tangled around her ankles and she didn't even have a chance to kick them off as he dived down, pressing his hot wet lips against her snatch and dragging his tongue across her glistening young pussy like a madman.
"Oh, yes, do that please, again. Oh, it feels so good to have you touch me like that. I never ... never like that."
She could hardly speak as he kept tonguing her pussy, lashing up and down, lapping like a kitten over a saucer of milk. The sweet honey of her twat leaked down and he sucked up the droplets of oily dew and begged for more, ravishing her cunt with his mouth, his lips and raspy tongue.
Pace had never felt so aroused in all of his life.
Everything about Laura Beth was tantalizing, stunning beyond belief. Her tender virginal split with its lush plump little mons, excited him to lewdness he hadn't enjoyed before. He kept working his tongue over her juicy succulent little twat, then, gripped the twin outer lips and peeled them back like the skin of a fruit, baring the pulpy red nectar and meat of her vagina.
She was an innocent in every way, no matter what she had already experienced since arriving in New York. And she had never felt someone lavishing so much love and affection on her, devouring her body and begging for more.
"Your tongue, so long, so hot it feels so wonderful," she moaned as he licked the inner surface of her cunt lips and then stared at the wiggling extremity of her clitoris.
The adorable little button freaked him out and he tried plucking it with his lips, sucking down on the raw nerve endings of her clit until she sprayed a hot gush of sap over his lips and chin. But Pace wanted it and he drank it down and slurped greedily, rubbing his hands over every part of her naked body.
She just didn't want him to ever stop.
And as far as Denny Pace was concerned, child molester or not, he wasn't about to let go of her until he had satisfied every carnal urge in his hot-blooded body. He started lapping like mad, thrusting his tongue in and out of her slippery young hole and she bucked and heaved on the floor in time to his searing lashing strokes.
He could feel the way her cunt walls were rippling, nipping at his tongue, trying to hold it down in place. Slowly, he lifted her legs up, peering down at her ass and working his tongue beyond the edge of her twat, trailing it over the rose-red puckers that crowned her ass-hole.
"You are the most delicious little treat I've ever been able to eat out," he declared and she giggled girlishly, thrilling to his mature and sensual touch.
"I love the way it feels, the way you're licking my ... my cunt and making me tingle inside. I'll come in your mouth in another minute," she admitted and he returned to her pussy and smeared her abundantly flowing juices over his mouth, slurping more greedily now that her fear seemed to him to have evaporated.
The hot feminine odor of her lusty young body made his nostrils flare and quiver and he was panting as loudly as Laura Beth as she continued to buck against his face, trapping his head down, clamping her legs around his neck and pressing him forward as she pushed her plump hot box towards his mouth, demanding and getting more and more of his tongue..
"Yes, oh please, make me come," she groaned as he kept eating her out, slurping and unable to stop himself. "I love what you're doing. You're so big and strong and wise, like my paw. Oh, Mr. Pace don't stop, suck, my cunt ... I'm burning, on fire ... oh yes, soon and then fuck me too, let me feel your big thick manly cock moving into my pussy and making me come all over again!"
He listened, smiling fiendishly to himself. She was his little girl now and he would dress her and take care of her and she would satisfy every wanton sexual need, everything he could think of. The red dripping flesh of her pussy-was raw and inflamed and he probed still deeper as she got closer to her orgasm, wanting to drown herself in the pleasure of a searing delightful climax.
"Now, it's happening now, more put your fingers inside too, anything, do anything you want I'm coming, coming!" she cried out, writhing on the floor, powerless to stop her body from convulsing.
Just the way she tossed and turned, the way she was totally at his mercy, her body completely in his control, delighted Pace incredibly. His cock was stiff and clammy inside his trousers, leaking and wanting to be milked, sucked, fondled as he knew only Laura Beth would be able to do.
But for the moment her pleasure was more important. Her incredibly lithe and sensual young body bucked on the floor of his office as she came with a gush of sap which spurted like come into his mouth. He drank down the musky love-juice and begged for more, tonguing again and again, licking and nipping her clit until she was incoherent with pleasure.
"Please, yes, do it I love your mouth, you, you're a man and it feels so good, coming, filling your mouth with my come," she groaned, as feverish as Denny Pace.
It was pleasure, only pleasure, which she felt.
Nothing else seemed to matter and she kept on shaking, her arms and legs moving spastically, her muscles out of control until he had sucked down every last drop of her spend. She fell back then, her cheeks suffused with color, her body flushed and glowing as well.
Denny looked up at her and smiled, smacking his lips. He saw the resemblance to a young Monroe, but at sixteen Laura Beth had a look of innocence about her, despite the blue movies, despite the incest, despite anything else that others might insist made her jaded and debauched.
But she wasn't. She was only herself, trying as best she could to make it in a city she didn't understand, in a world of adults she felt oddly ill at ease in. But Pace was comforting her, even then, even after she had returned to her senses.
She looked up at him and smiled shyly as he knelt there, still running his hands over her lusty young body as if to convince himself that she was indeed real. "I ... I want to do it to you, too," she whispered, still feeling shy, still admiring the thick-rounded bulge in his slacks.
"Do what?" he asked with a devilish grin.
But instead of replying, she swung around and pushed him down on the floor. He watched her, afraid to move, watched as her eager young fingers undid his monogrammed silver belt buckle, unzipped his fly and pushed his trousers down and his shirt tails out of the way.
She had to prove to him how much pleasure she had felt, how much delight his lips and tongue had given her. And she had a letch to stuff his cock into her mouth, wondering if it would be as impressive as the other ones in her life.
So she hurried to take his pecker out of confinement, looking down at his silk-also monogrammed-boxer shorts and delighting herself at the sight of his meat, throbbing and trying to burst out into the open.
"Yes, I want you to see how much I love you," he gasped as her fingers pulled at his shorts, tugging them down until they were around his knees and she smiled with excitement.
His cock was smaller than the others, but stood upright against his stomach, more than adequate and at least seven inches long, just the perfect size, not too long and not too thick as she grinned and didn't hesitate in the least.
Swift as a deer she thrust her face down, his crotch wet and sweaty, his cock pulsating visibly as she took it in her hand and licked up and down the length of his pole, listening to the way he whimpered with the agony of his pleasure.
"Yes, I love that. I want your tongue there all the time," he confessed as he shivered with desire, watching her gluing her lips around the underside of his dick, licking the braided veins and then moving higher until she literally popped the round swollen nut-like glans right into her mouth, sucking down as hard as she could.
Denny Pace was pushing his hips forward, cramming more and more of his stiff and impressive dong into Laura Beth's mouth. And she was loving every bit of it, able to get the entire length down her throat without choking.
It was infinitely more appealing and far less cumbersome and unwieldy than Larry DeWolfe's titanic cunt-whacker and she started smacking her lips, her tongue curling tightly around his pole while she fondled his heavy scrotal sac, feeling his nuts moving inside the wrinkled and hairy bag that swayed between his legs.
He was a little older than her father, and far more of a turn-on, at least as far as Laura Beth was concerned. His air of sophistication and knowledgeability excited her and she trusted him, even as she kept sucking him off, wanting to fill her mouth with his hot salty load.
"That's it my dear, keep going, tighten your lips and lick the head of my cock. It feels wonderful. You have the loveliest pair of lips and it makes me shiver every time you suck on me," he told her, still pumping his hips forward in time to her bobbing up and down strokes.
She kept at it, not about to stop until she had drained his balls dry. There was something safe about him, safer than anyone she had ever met. He wasn't using her like the other men had done and in her desire to please him she pleased herself just as much.
Her head moved more quickly, bobbing up and down, her tongue licking as if she was sucking on a candy cane. He thrilled to her touch and couldn't help himself, about to explode as he felt his body heating up and his come getting ready to flood her throat.
"Yes, more, don't stop. I'll come, you're making me come you little sweet beauty you," he babbled, shaking against her as she pushed her face down flat against his crotch, rubbing her cheeks over his jet-black pubic hairs, a strange contrast (she thought) to the silver in his head of hair.
It was as if his crotch, his throbbing hard member, was younger than the rest of his body and she labored over his meat with love until he couldn't contain himself any longer. Her youthful little body moved in time to his thumping motions and she kept her lips tightly fastened around his penis until he suddenly groaned and shook against her, signaling his release.
"Now, now drink it, drink it!" he squealed, shaking fitfully as the first hot stinging gushes of his slippery come poured down her throat. She sucked and pulled in her cheeks and he tossed and turned on the floor, as powerless to stop himself as she had been.
"More, more," he begged. "Yes drink my load, it's so hot, such a fucking hot load of come, baby, good hot strong come!"
He kept shaking as more and more cream poured into her mouth and she squeezed his balls as if to milk them, feeling the heated muscular contractions of his thick sturdy phallus. Nothing could stop either of them and she was delighted to give him such exquisite pleasure as he kept jerking against her and she kept her face down between his thighs until his cock began to go limp and the last sticky globs of his semen dribbled over her lips and tongue.
She kept licking it dry and then slowly pulled back as he kept shaking, experiencing the after-effects, the after-throes of his tumultuous orgasm. "Come, let me hold you, let me hug you tight, little girl," he told her and she moved on top of him as he threw his arms around her, rocking back and forth as she nestled her head against his chest.
He's not going to lie to me, I can tell, she thought to herself. He's not going to make up stories and promises he can't keep.
"I'm going to be your father, your uncle now," he declared. "A girl like you, sixteen years old, can't be all alone in this city. You have to be taken care of, guided. Do you want me to be the one to do all that, my sweet little Laura Beth?"
Her answer was to press her lips against his mouth and kiss him with all the youthful passion stored in her body. A sugar daddy, she thought to herself, smiling, the stories she had read seeming to her to be on the verge of coming true.
Denny Pace knew exactly what he was doing.
He took her home with him that night, collecting her things-though he insisted she throw them all away and make a fresh start-at the Y and then taking her to his apartment. It faced Central Park and the Fifth Avenue address, the luxurious duplex apartment, made her feel as if she was living life in a movie, that everything wasn't really happening to her.
But it was, including the session she had with the photographer Denny had hired a few days later. He had sent her out with his girl Friday to pick out a fashionable wardrobe at all the top boutiques, wanting her to retain her country girl good looks and yet learn something of city sophistication.
Outwardly, it was an amazing transformation.
Inwardly, she was still Laura Beth Coates, innocent and wide-eyed, not fully believing what was happening. "I'm going to put your face on every magazine cover in this country, my precious," Denny told her after she had returned from the shopping trip.
And then it was time for the session with the photographer, the portfolio Denny needed her to assemble. She took a taxi down to the West side address and found the loft building where Simon Carlson, one of the better known young fashion photographers in the city, did most of his professional work.
Denny had arranged everything beforehand, but what he hadn't counted on was Laura Beth's infectious good humor, that and her irresistible sex appeal. Because the moment she walked into Simon's studio, he took one look at her and knew that he wouldn't be satisfied until he had made her.
She found him a barrel of laughs, reminding her a little bit of Spence, her older brother. With his long shaggy hair and intense good looks, twenty-five-year-old Simon seemed the epitome of now, today, the world of high fashion and excitement.
Of course, he wasn't nearly the man Denny Pace was. But Laura Beth liked him, just the same. She really wasn't looking at him with anything but innocence and she did exactly what he told her, secretly pleased that the work of modeling and posing in her new wardrobe was far easier and simpler than she had thought.
"You're a natural, just perfect blushing youth, a real bride look about you, clean and innocent. Hold it, that's it, smile, lift your head, good, good, keep walking, laugh, perfect, perfect, kiddo!" he called out, snapping away like mad as she went through her paces.
He must have taken nearly a hundred shots, for Pace was paying him a small fortune for his time, before he told her in the most matter-of-fact voice he knew to take off her clothes.
"We need some body shots, for panty hose, underwear, stuff like that," he said briskly, setting up some more cameras and ignoring her, hoping she wouldn't doubt his word.
Needless to say, she didn't.
She got undressed, no longer ashamed about appearing naked before a stranger. Besides, she already felt that he was her friend and when he looked back at her as she stood there, her hands at her sides and her incredibly curvaceous and lusty young body facing him and staring him in the eye, he almost lost his composure.
"Fine," he muttered, grabbing a camera and starting to take shots. He brought the zoom lens out and focused on her cunt, his mouth watering and his cock already hardening behind the front of his skintight suede trousers.
For the moment, Laura Beth didn't notice.
The lights were too bright and she kept moving, turning herself this way and that whenever he called out to her so that he could see every part of her delicious young body, the heart shape of her sexy ass, the marvelous fleecy growth of auburn curls crowning her tight and juicy little snatch.
His cock pushed forward, hard as a rock, bulging most obviously so that he was afraid she would notice how excited he was becoming. Slowly, he moved still closer, taking shots of her white creamy jugs, the berry-like nipples he longed to suck right into his mouth.
He couldn't understand what it was, but it was her innocence more than anything else which appealed to him. Most models he photographed were horsy bitches, cool and sophisticated and out for themselves. But Laura Beth was not like that at all.
Her youth cast its spell on him, just as it had done to everyone else she had met in New York. And because of her youth, he had a perverse desire to have her, to rape her if need be, to touch that fresh glowing quality about her, to make love-in short-to a child.
He moved closer and closer, but she still didn't know what was going on, other than that he was taking pictures of every part of her body. But she still didn't think it strange, not till he crouched down before her and told her to spread her legs apart.
A little reluctantly, she did as she was told and he snapped the picture and smiled to himself, staring at her cunt through the view-finder. "Turn your head around and look at the rear wall. I want a good shot of your neck," he announced and as soon as she had turned away from him, he got to his feet and put down his camera.
Quickly, hurrying, hoping she still wouldn't see him, he unbuttoned his suede trousers and pushed them down, hauling his stiff rigid cock out into the open. It trembled hotly and he grabbed her around the shoulders and thrust forward.
"What ... what are you doing to me!" she cried out as suddenly she looked down and felt the head of his cock shoving against her cunt lips, trying to worm its way right inside her tight and succulent little pussy.
She tried pulling away, but Simon was maddened with lust and he pushed her against the nearest wall, pinning her down as he thrust almost viciously, spearing forward until the head of his cock was hidden inside the tight recesses of her juicy snatch.
"Don't, let me go!" she screamed, trying to push him off of her even as she secretly thrilled to the way he was being so violent and manly, the way his cock was frictioning against her sensitive little clit and giving her marvelous rushes of orgasmic pleasure.
"I'm raping you, little girl," he laughed hoarsely, thrusting still deeper, not content until he was inside of her all the way.
He half-expected to feel her cherry, but when he didn't encounter any obstacles he grinned lewdly and lowered his head, thrusting from his slim boyish hips and licking her tits with his long wet and outstretched tongue.
Laura Beth was no longer frightened, but she also knew the kind of game he was playing with her and she kept beating on his chest, screaming with mock fear. "Don't please, oh please, don't, don't fuck me!" she moaned.
His only response was laughter, coarse and brutal, laughter and more and more lunging strokes, heated forward thrusts which enabled him to slam in the entire length of his cock without too much difficulty. She gripped it almost involuntarily, her cunt muscles tightening around his thick meaty pole as he held her against the wall, pushing up into her snatch.
"You're so burning hot, baby and tight, fucking incredibly tight," he moaned, savoring the feel of her pussy as he held himself against her, his balls rubbing against her thighs and his cock down inside of her vagina.
"You can't, stop, it hurts, you're killing me you're so big," she moaned, shaking against him, delighted by what had happened, turned on by the violence with which Simon had taken her.
But he only began to stroke, all the more aroused, especially now that he had her where he wanted her. "Feel me riding you, little one," he groaned, pumping agilely, digging deeper and deeper and squashing her clitoris against his cock-shaft as he thrust hard and fast and mean.
She kept whimpering, clutching her cunt muscles around his thick hard-on, loving what he was doing, his firm muscular body pinning her to the wall, his cock piercing her to the quick. She had never been taken so savagely before and it triggered something inside of her so that she was deriving a marvelous amount of pleasure from the act.
Simon, of course, knew nothing of this.
He frictioned heatedly, scraping his dick raw along her wet and clinging cunt walls, pawing at her jugs as they spilled over his palms and his fingers clutched the rosy-pink nipples and pulled on them until he could tell that her moans were no longer of fear but of sexual excitement.
"You're loving it you sweet little piece of ass," he told her. "You love having me fuck you, Simon Carlson pounding it into that sweet sixteen-year-old pussy of yours. Oh baby, you're too much, you're so fucking tight it's unreal, just fucking unreal!"
She jumped up then and grabbed him around the shoulders, locking her ankles as he kept thrusting, carrying her around the studio. His strength was incredible, for he had seemed thin and wiry when she had first met him.
But now he was invincible and his muscles bulged tautly as he kept hitting into her, finally lowering her down to the floor and falling on top of her, jabbing feverishly until she was nearly incoherent, no longer in control of herself.
"Feel it and shoot baby, make me shoot too. We're gonna fucking come you little piece, come, good hot fucking cream, sugar lips," he told her, feeling more virile, more potent than ever before.
After all, she was just a girl and he was nearly ten years older than her. Her innocence turned him on as much as her incredibly sexy young body and he kept pistoning into her, his balls hitting against her legs, his body hot and sweaty and his shirt sticking to his chest as he too got closer and closed to his climax.
"Yes, do it, shoot, fill me with your come, Simon," she told him then, shaking against him.
He was energetic, more tireless, than the other men she had known. His youth was in his favor and he was still in his prime, spearing his meaty pole in and out, never stopping to catch his breath as her body glowed and she thrashed and wiggled on the floor.
Her cunt muscles were going haywire and she knew she was going to come as she felt his cock everywhere, digging in and out of her muff and giving her a marvelous amount of pleasure. "That's it, more, harder, yes now, I'm coming, you fucker, you cocksucker coming!" she hissed as she began to cream, hot rivulets of her juice streaming down the well-filled walls of her virginal and plump little mount.
Her climax signalled his and he bucked on top of her, trapping her legs between his thighs, digging in and then stiffening as he felt himself getting ready to shoot. "Hurry, pour it into me, fill me with come!" she begged.
But even as she kept on creaming, the waves of her orgasm making her dizzy with excitement, Simon amazed her by suddenly pulling his cock all the way out of her snatch. Laughing like a wild man, he knelt between her legs and held onto his dick as suddenly his eyes rolled up, exposing the whites, and the first hot splashes of his semen poured out of his cock.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
There he was, screaming, cursing her as he shot his load and she felt and watched the hot wads of his come splattering over her tits and thighs and belly, bullets of come pelting her skin as he kept jerking back and forth, moaning with excitement.
Though it was a strange sight, it was one she knew she'd never be able to forget. She had never seen a man actually shoot, having always had cock in her mouth or ass or pussy. Now, she kept her eyes glued to his sweaty crotch as his dick kept ejaculating until she lost count and her skin seemed covered with a small puddle of sticky white cream.
He sank down on the floor, gasping, but not finished with her yet. "Now rub your fingers in it and lick them dry," he told her, taking hold of her hand and pressing it down against the slimy puddle of come which was oozing over her stomach and pussy. He rubbed her fingers in his cream and then, even as she laughed and tried to resist, pushed her hand up to her face.
"I won't," she told him, enjoying the game he was playing.
But Simon Carlson was not playing a game.
He was totally serious and he grew more angry as she laughed at him. "Do it, I say, or
I'll spank the living daylights out of you, you spoiled brat kid. Your father should have taken a strap to you with that fresh little mouth of yours!"
"My father liked to take his cock to me," she giggled, still attempting to push his come-smeared fingers away from her face.
And when she resisted, he grabbed her by the back of the neck, holding her steady while he rubbed his semen over her face. She gagged and then stuck out her tongue, frightened at his sudden willfulness, the violence of his flaring temper.
"You'd better suck them dry, little girl," he hissed, shaking her back and forth. "And then I'm going to take my hand to that tight little rump of yours and really show you how a little kid should behave in front of a man!"
The sudden change in his temperament freaked her out and rather than suffer through a spanking, for she was sure he would be less gentle than Marty had been, she licked his fingers dry as he scooped up the jelly-like come and kept sticking his fingers in her mouth.
"Go on, suck it down. You teenyboppers love drinking come. It's full of fucking protein," he told her and she turned white, panicking, licking the last drops off of his fingers so that only a thin layer remained on her body.
But even then he was not about to change his mind. He had stared too long and too lovingly at her plump white little ass and now he just couldn't resist showing her her place. So even when she sucked down the last of his cream, he took hold of her and began to pull her naked young body over his lap, pushing his trousers down to his ankles, not even bothering to take off his skintight body shirt.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered, frightened of him and wanting to get dressed and leave the studio, sorry she hadn't really fought back when he'd sexually assaulted her, for now it seemed more like rape than anything else.
"Just what I said. You have to learn how to behave in front of grown-ups if you ever want to be treated like one," Simon declared, trying to haul her over his naked lap, his cock already showing signs of renewed vigor, trembling with delight as he pulled her forward and she kept resisting, fighting back, filled with dread that he was going to spank her naked ass and have his way, no matter what she might say or do to the contrary.
And just as he had initially gotten his way and fucked her, he wasn't about to stop now until he had his way all over again. "You're going to take your medicine, little girl, and like it!" he yelled as he wrenched her forward and she cried out, toppling heavily onto his lap.